There was enough light cast from somewhere behind the horizon that I could see the endless white landscape where not even trees dared to grow. I spun around in fear, clueless how I would survive in such harsh conditions. The biting wind tore at my body, creating blinding pain where numbness had not yet set in. Even breathing was painful, the frozen air like razor blades against my sensitive lungs. How would I ever survive? My hand came to the strap on my backpack, and I knew innately I had a blanket tucked inside the bag, but I couldn’t touch it. Why? The heavy cloth would give me the protection I needed from the brutal outdoors. Why couldn’t I wrap its soft warmth around me?
A particularly violent gust threw me to my hands and knees, the icy ground brutal and unforgiving. Sitting back on
